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[firstpersonnarrator]

Alec Lightwood and Magnus Bane, from the Shadowhunter Tarot (X)

[tyrannysaurusfloof]

The Mayor and the Colonel

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The kiss was unexpected.

Damien had thrown a party in celebration of becoming Mayor of the city and William had turned up half way through the party with a giant flourish and a large bouquet of flowers. By that point Damien was a little tipsy, but he was extremely happy to see his old friend and hugged William for a long time before other people gained his attention.

William made a toast to Damien, and nearly came close to revealing some secrets that Damien really didn’t want people to know, so he had tackled his friend to the ground to much laughter. Damien ended up underneath William, panting hard and laughing himself as William pinned him down, hands around Damien’s wrists.

“Not a very nice way to silence those you dislike, Mayor.” William teased.

“Who says I dislike you, Colonel?” Damien breathed, smirking up at his friend.

Their faces were inches apart, and with no one else watching, William bent down and kissed Damien. It was short, sweet and Damien felt a stirring in his gut. He wanted more, wanted to pull William down and kiss him harder, but the Colonel refused to release his wrists.

“William.” Damien murmured, wriggling, “Let me go.”

“What are you two doing?!” Another guest laughed, and when attention slowly began to return to them, William slid off Damien, standing up and helping the Mayor to his feet.

“Just having a friendly chat.” Will laughed as he took two more drinks from a passing butler, passing one to Damien, who accepted it happily and knocked it back quickly. His face was extremely red from the kiss, but the majority of his guests believed it was from the alcohol and no one teased him about it.

By the time the party slowly dwindled down, William and Damien were eventually the only two guests left, lying together on a couch in Damien’s living room, William upside down on the couch with his legs hanging over the back and Damien’s head on his chest.

“Why did you kiss me?” Damien asked quietly.

“‘Cause I wanted to.” William chuckled, “You’ve got nice lips.”

“Would you do it again?” Damien asked, shifting and sitting up and pulling William up as well so they were face to face. “Please.”

William didn’t reply, merely jumped forward and brought their lips together. Damien curled his hand into William’s suspenders – and oh how he was glad that the Colonel always wore those under his coat – pulling Will even closer to him. Pushing the Mayor down onto the couch, William straddled him, still kissing and pulling Damien’s hands from his suspenders and pressing them down into the couch. With teeth at his neck, Damien’s back arched and he murmured William’s name, only for his friend to capture his lips again as his hands slid down Damien’s body, pulling his shirt out of his pants and slipping under it.

“Damien,” William whispered, “Do you want this?”

Nodding, Damien pulled William down again for another kiss before wrapping his legs around the Colonel’s waist and hooking him in place.

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“So…what’s going on with you and the Colonel?”

Mark asked the question out of the blue and Damien jumped. So engrossed in his work he hadn’t heard Mark come in, let alone his receptionist’s announcement that Mark was there, and the mention of the Colonel had him blushing behind his hands, something that Mark evidently found amusing.

“Good day to you too Mark.” Damien said, “What brings you here?”

“I just told you,” Mark laughed, settling in a seat behind Damien’s desk and crossing one leg over the other. “What’s going on with you and William?”

“What makes you think anything is?” Damien inquired rather defensively, resisting the urge to fix his suit – a sure tell he was nervous.

“Well, whenever I bring him up in conversation, you always steer the conversation to another topic, and I know you haven’t seen each other recently.” Mark replied, “I have my sources, Damien, you can’t hide from me.”

Sighing, Damien rested his head in his hands. “We…may have taken our relationship a step further?”

“How much further? Touching, oral or sex?” Mark inquired as he leaned forward, intrigued and as crude as always.

“Mark please!” Damien exclaimed, “Keep your voice down. The walls in this place have ears and there are some things I don’t want people to know.”

“Sorry,” Mark grinned, “So…how far?”

“…Sex.”

“Are you serious?!” Mark cried and Damien shot him a scathing look. “Sorry,” He whispered, “But you’re serious?”

“Yes I’m serious.” Damien huffed, “Why would I lie about that specifically? Honestly Mark it’s not that big a deal I mean-.”

“But you have feelings for him.” Mark interupted, “Does he know?”

“Of course not!”

“Why not?!”

“Well he clearly does not want anything with strings attached? Otherwise he would have…been in touch I suppose?” Damien trailed off. He hoped that wasn’t the case, but the evidence for it was strong.

Mark rolled his eyes. “Please, he’s probably trying to protect your image.”

“What do you mean?”

“Damien, you’ve just been elected Mayor. Your rivals will be looking for anything they can use to bury you, and you getting into a relationship with the Colonel will definitely be that thing. William is probably thinking of your career and not your heart. Go and speak to him, you’ll see I’m right.” Mark explained, exasperated and like he was talking to a child.

“Because you always are.” Damien added sarcastically, but the knowing smile Mark gave him told him that Mark knew Damien was going to follow his advice.

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William happily came for a visit to Damien’s house, bringing some of his favourite port which Damien stored for later. He didn’t want to be drunk for this confrontation. First, he would have to ask William about Celine. It was a sore subject William, but Damien needed to know.

“How is Celine?” He asked casually as he poured wine for the two of them. William paused before he took the glass and shrugged.

“She’s fine. You could talk to her yourself you know.” He murmured.

“I suppose. But you know what I mean William.” Damien muttered.

Silence fell between them before William sighed. “We’re not seeing each other Damien. We haven’t been for a while.”

“Oh.”

“Why are you asking?” William pressed.

“Well…I was thinking about the night of the party.” Damien said after a moment, keeping his back to William and gripping the wine glass tightly. He waited for William’s response, and jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder, slowly spinning him until he was face to face to William, who was smiling softly.

“Is that’s what’s been bothering you?” The Colonel laughed, “Oh Damien, you should have told me, I was waiting for you to make a move. You know, make sure you could take that step because of your position.”

“Oh.”

So, Mark had been right. He was going to be happy about that when Damien inevitably told him.

“So…can I ask where this is going?” He asked softly.

“Wherever you want it to.” William murmured, taking Damien’s wine glass and setting it aside to draw the Mayor closer.

With his breath hitching slightly, Damien smiled and leaned forward to kiss William. “As far as we can take it.” He replied, wrapping his arms around William’s waist. “Forever.”

“Bully.” Colonel grinned, pushing Damien against the nearest wall for a deep kiss.

[sharim28]

There was only one bed

Chapter Two: There was only one bed

Rating: Teen

Summary: The rough hewn cabin is tiny, mostly filled with a raised platform covered in furs. There is hardly any space to move around the local version of a small double bed.

Note: Thanks again to @delicatelie89 for the beta and being so encouraging. And thanks to Nellie for the best ever prompt!

[not-a-fever-dream]

In another life, I'll keep us bounded. Oh no, I swear I won't run.

Another Lifetime, NAO

[vulcanreapers]

My abs hurt. My face hurts. I’m still laughing. 

[tyrannysaurusfloof]

Caring For the Broken

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Part 2

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Wilford knew Dark’s neck ached. He knew after a long day Dark had to take a few minutes to realign the bones into their broken state, had to pop them back into place with a crack and a grimace. He saw the way Dark held himself when he sat, perfectly poised despite how the bones in his body would protest. And he saw the aftermath. Dark, lying with his body twisted in the same way it had after the fall because that was the only comfortable position he could fall asleep in. Dark, head dropping forward as he nearly fell asleep from the effort it took for him to keep that broken body moving. Sometimes it was amusing. He’d run Dark a bath every night, a small way of thanking him for all he had done and a way for Dark to relax himself. And there were times when Wilford would see Dark slowly fall asleep while lying in the bath, only to fall sideways under the water and wake up spluttering and covered in bubbles. Other times it was not so funny. The days when Dark would wake up paralysed, unable to move except for the pained trembling running through his limbs. His body was reacting to something, usually the shift of his bones during the night so they would press on the nerves of his twisted spinal column and take away all movement. Wil had to realign his neck for him, and hold him until the trembling subsided. It scared Dark when it happened, a single reminder that this could one day become permanent. Wil did his best to look after Dark’s broken body, fearing the day that Dark didn’t open his eyes in the morning. Death meant something else to Dark, and Wil knew he’d find a way back with a new body, but he had become used to this one. It was a connection to all that had happened, and Wilford didn’t want to lose that. He didn’t want to lose any part of what made Dark who he was. And he would do anything to make sure that didn’t come to pass.

[tyrannysaurusfloof]

Duvet Day

((I have a lot of Danti fluff stored in my documents, so take this little drabble I wrote when I had a duvet day of my own ))

There were only rare occasions when Dark didn’t want to vacate the bed – he was feeling extremely unwell, or Anti had stayed over.

This time around the latter was the case, and Anti was wrapped tightly around Dark, and the covers were wrapped around them both. Dark always woke before the glitch whenever they spent the night together, and by the time Anti woke, Dark had gotten so comfortable that he didn’t want to move.

“What time is it?” Anti mumbled as he blinked himself awake, reaching blindly for the bottle of water he had left by the side of the bed. Handing it to him, Dark cracked his neck and kissed the top of his head.

“Around ten in the morning.” He replied, “You’re awake early.”

“Shut up I don’t sleep in that late.” Anti grumbled, “What are ye still doing here?”

“Are you complaining?” Dark chuckled, avoiding the question, “If you must know, I was waiting for you to get up so I could move. You’re trapping me.”

“Bullshit.” Anti laughed, propping himself up on Dark’s chest and looking the ego directly in the eye, “Ye could have moved me anytime ye wanted to. So, what are ye really doing?”

Nodding to the TV at the end of the bed that was rolling the credits of a film, Dark stretched and rolled Anti off him, proving the glitch’s point before groping for the remote.

“Do you want to choose one?” He asked, passing the remote over to Anti and tilting them slightly in the bed so they were lay diagonally, Anti’s back pressed against Dark’s chest with Dark’s arms around his waist.

“I dunno, what’ve ye got?”

Scrolling through, Anti eventually decided on the remake of Beauty and the Beast, almost hearing Dark roll his eyes.

“What?” He asked defensively, “Everyone loves a good Disney movie.”

“Of course.”

Snuggling back into Dark, Anti listened as the ego quietly hummed the theme tune as the movie began and quietly laughed, settling down for a long morning of doing nothing with Dark at his side.

[tyrannysaurusfloof]

Can You Hold My Hand - Danti

Anonymous asked:

Yo, it's ya boi, the same one who started that damn Danti angst story chain ans boY IT WAS AMAZING YOU'RE AN INCREDIBLE BEING AND I LOVE YOU. Anyways, yes, fluff time, maybe "Can you hold my hand...?" With some good ol' Danti of course?? Still love you to death

“Can ye hold my hand…?” Anti asked quietly, holding out his hand for Dark to take as they walked down the pier. Dark glanced down at Anti, then at his hand and frowned, but didn’t refuse and entwined their fingers together, before drawing Anti’s hand into his pocket. “Ye figured out I was cold then?” Anti laughed, shuffling a little closer to Dark so his arm wasn’t at an odd angle to fit inside his coat.

“You always ask for me to hold your hand when you’re cold.” Dark replied calmly, “The rest of the time you just take my hand for yourself.”

“I know ye don’t like being cold.” Anti shrugged, but Dark caught the blush in his cheeks before he buried his face into his scarf. “So I feel bad just taking ye hand when I’m cold.”

“It’s fine Anti,” Dark murmured, steering them around a group of tourists towards the very end of the pier, where a small stall was selling chips and ice cream, although he doubted Anti wanted ice cream anymore. The sea air was bracing, especially since it was Autumn time and a storm had just passed over the UK. Dark himself was hungry though, and ever since Anti had introduced him to the beauty of sea-side chips, he had craved them every time he came to see the murder bean.

“I want fish too!” Anti piped up as Dark approached the stall, fishing his wallet out of his other pocket.

“You could say that to the person, you’re standing right next to me.” Dark grumbled, but he gave the full order and paid. One of the people in the stall was staring at them with a strange expression, and Dark avoiding their gaze. He had a feeling they thought that they were looking at Mark and Jack, which was always a problem if he and Anti went anywhere. Well, if they went anywhere and wanted people to see them.

As soon as the food was handed over, Dark slipped the safety of his aura around them, disguising them from view so no one on the pier could see them. There was something about his aura as well that kept people away, so when Anti took a seat on a bench at the end of the pier, no one wanted to sit there either. The chips were good, and a nice layer of warmth against the wind and the spray of the sea. Anti happily tucked into his fish and chips, babbling about how that specific stall was one of the best at the seaside, but he preferred a chippy closer to Jack’s house for the food in the entirety of Brighton.

“How many chippies have you been to?” Dark asked as he screwed up the polystyrene holder and tossed it into the bin beside him. Anti was finishing off the last of the fish, and Dark snagged a few chips from his bag when he wasn’t watching.

“All of the ones in Brighton.” Anti replied earnestly, “Gotta find the best food, y’know.”

Rolling his eyes, Dark took Anti’s rubbish when he was done and tossed it into the bin as well. Anti stood and wandered over to the fence running around the edge of the pier. Dark watched as he climbed it and then sat, legs hanging over the sea, back slightly bent, leaning out into the sea air.

Approaching him, Dark slid his arms around him from the back, plastering his chest against Anti’s back, and encircled the glitch’s hands in his own. “You sure do love the sea.” He noted.

“What makes ye say that?” Anti asked.

“Every time I come here for a date you take me to the seaside for something.” Dark replied with a small laugh, “I get it Anti, I like the sea too.”

Anti didn’t say anything else, just leant back into Dark’s embrace and watched the rolling waves beneath them. They held hands the entire time, even when Dark helped him climb back over and Anti decided to re-enact the scene from the Titanic, slipping as he climbed and nearly falling had it not been for Dark’s grip on him. He found it hilarious, Dark not so much, but he still allowed Anti to curl their hands together inside his pocket as they walked home, unbeknownst to the others braving the weather for a nice date.